Rubbish Poem #19

It’s been a little while since my last Rubbish Poem, over two months actually, so I thought it time for another. I know, and I agree with you when you exclaim, “It took you two months to write this?!” Two baseball’s and one bobble Crown the heads of the Hi-Vis trio, Warming these barons of…

A Rubbish Poem #18

A wet grey morn comes dawnin’, Dawn, dawnin’, On the scene. Those Hi-Viz boys come rollin’, Roll, rollin’ Down the street. Their steel-toes tappin’, Tap, tappin’ On black-soled booted feet. An’ they’re all yappin’, Yap, yappin’, With any folks they meet. Here She now comes a-roarin’, Roar, roarin’, Into view. Man, you best be praisin’,…

A Rubbish Poem #17

The clash of cans And thrum of tins Sound a descant above the Repeated caterwaul As The Beast backs shrilly up.   Amid chimes of shattered glass, Chorussing clatters and clunks And crashing clangs, The Hi-Viz march their tune On percussive, booted feet.   With raucous riot and rumbling roar, The Beast feeds, mewling her…

Rubbish Poem #16

Oh, but you were So sneaky, On this drab, Cold Tuesday morn, When you came Softly creeping Through the Steel grey Light of dawn.   Where was the March of boots? The thump of your Stamping feet? Instead you Hi-Viz boys Slipped quietly, Wraith-like, Along our Sleeping street.   With voices strangely muted, Your words…

Rubbish Poem #15

“The Triptych” She came once more today. Three Hi-Viz escorts by her side. A trio, A threesome, A triptych Of orange-clad young men.   Atop The Beast One guides Her, coaxing and soothing. Two on foot. Who walk beside As She gorges And feasts.   The duo fill Her Seven fearsome mouths with Mounds of…

A Rubbish Poem #14

It’s Tuesday, Oh-eight-twenty-five. I waken, fresh and rested. My ears attuned and listening for The approach of Hi-Viz vested Minions and The Beast To come bearing down our lane For, without their weekly visit Life isn’t quite the same. It’s Tuesday, Oh-eight-thirty-three. I check again, look down the street, For a sweet sight or the…

A Rubbish Poem #13

Where are you? You’ve not been, You haven’t yet come around to call. When you don’t drop by to visit Is it really Tuesday after all? Where are you? It’s gone 9. I’ve been peering down the street For a cheering glimpse of Hi-Viz And listening out for booted feet. Where are you? Is The…

A Rubbish Poem #12

Yapp! Yapp, yapp! Cry the neighbourhood hounds, Canine ears alert to the Bin men on their rounds. Yapp! Yapp, yapp! Howl the mutts inside their dwelling As rumbling closer The Beast And her Hi-Viz team come yelling. Yapp. Yapp. Whimper timid, frightened dogs, By the roar from crunching, grinding, Ripping, tearing cogs. Shush! Quiet, steady!…

A Rubbish Poem #11

On tender toes, along our street, Gentle were their booted feet, So soft and stealthy did they creep. No disturb came to my anxious sleep.   Bright orange tabards, maybe a yellow vest, Couldn’t rouse me from my troubled rest. No shouts or call to arms did I hear As Hi-Viz minions marched ever near….

A Rubbish Poem #10

“Stay Safe” A Rubbish Poem #10   How much longer will you come calling, Crawling down our street, In your bright orange pants and tabards, In your steel-toe cap booted feet?   For The Beast that rides beside you Is not the beast of which we’re all now feared. Stay safe my Hi-Viz heroes In…

A Rubbish Poem #09

Darkness dies revealing Drabness in morning’s wake. Undercoat skies grieve, greyly weeping Unsettling drops of hard, cold sorrow.   Dreams wither to shades and Dampen while reality folds her smothering mantle Upon the fading cheers of a new year, Usurping expectations. But, look, there, in the   Distance, hope glows weakly. Down the lane, advances…

A Rubbish Poem #08

My final “Rubbish Poem” of the year. Happy New Year to all. Beware The Beast.   Ohseventhirtythree On the last morn of the Year, The bins out in the streets Packed deep with excess festive Cheer.   It’s cold outside, In here, it’s Warm, Safe inside, ignorant, we Await the coming of the Storm.  …